Somehow Jigano had trouble believing his friend, not with the distressing tonelessness of his voice or the listlessness of his movements. Between the two of them they could probably get this room back into working order fairly shortly... but that assumed that Loren would let him help with anything. Pressing him in his grief would be unkind, though, and Jigano let out a soft sigh of regret at the walls that had appeared between them recently.
Not entirely, no. Before I saw your notice, Sam said he thought you were leaving the Guild. He watched Loren as he spoke through the Attuned bond, letting the summoner feel his concern and the aching worry he held for someone he had grown over time to like and respect. I wanted... well. I wanted to ask you to stay, even if your home is in Halo now. Ingrid is a Halovian, too, after all, so there's precedent. He drifted further into the room, reaching down to capture a stray ningo feather and twirl it between his fingers, remembering a far brighter day when Loren had chased one through the streets of the Citadel.
Not entirely, no. Before I saw your notice, Sam said he thought you were leaving the Guild. He watched Loren as he spoke through the Attuned bond, letting the summoner feel his concern and the aching worry he held for someone he had grown over time to like and respect. I wanted... well. I wanted to ask you to stay, even if your home is in Halo now. Ingrid is a Halovian, too, after all, so there's precedent. He drifted further into the room, reaching down to capture a stray ningo feather and twirl it between his fingers, remembering a far brighter day when Loren had chased one through the streets of the Citadel.
